The maid led me to Marcel's room as I wasn't familiar with this building and didn't know where Marcel's room or chamber was as she called it.
“Here. This is Senor Marcel's chamber," she said pointing at a brown painted wooden door that had some sculptural imprints on them.
“Thank you," I responded and then she smiled before taking her leave.
I stood staring at the door for some lengthy seconds without knocking. The reason was not that I was observing or admiring the designs on the door frame. Far from that. The truth is that I was trying to compose and prepare myself to face Marcel after last night's weird, strange dream as I feared he would be able read my thoughts just by looking at my face.
Gosh so embarrassing!
After I had gotten a measure of composure I slowly knocked on the door
